I've never met a men's ministry I really liked.
Some want me to hug other men.
Some want me to hurt other men...with the bearded ferocity of Chuck Norris...or the sadistic cunning of Jack Bauer.
Some want me to go out into the woods and run around in my William Wallace loincloth.
Some want me to act like manhood was discovered and lost in the Confederate army.
Some want me to believe that you can be a man and watch Project Runway (which has nothing to do with airplanes, apparently).
Some want me to never shave again (see the Confederate army group above).
Some want me to turn into one of those models in magazines like GQ...you know, the dudes that look like the girl you took to prom in 11th grade.
Some want me to act like everything is okay.
Some want me to act like nothing is okay.
Some want me to join a fraternity.
Some want me to join a society.
Some want me to join a band...of brothers.
Some want me to look in a mirror.
Some want me to make a promise.
We've got to do better than this...
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